Virgo was her zodiac sign. Who knows, maybe that's why I immediately noticed her when she showed up at my work. In general, I was lucky with the "virgins" in my life.
The story with this one began with the fact that she sat down on the edge of my table, I got up, we met, talked. She was incredibly sexy.
At some point, she raised her hand to straighten her hair, and I must say that her hair was magnificent - a heavy golden mane.
So, she raises her hand and through the wide sleeve of her summer shirt, which turns out to be right in front of my eyes, I suddenly see an unrestricted, small, with a neat, slightly protruding papilla, breasts.
I read somewhere that the ideal woman's breasts should fit under the man's palm. I swear I saw my ideal!
She lowered her hand, but even today, closing my eyes, I see this picture as if in reality. We became friends and rejoiced when we could be together.
Her sex appeal did not leave any man indifferent, her sliding gait, hair, hip bend and something else inexplicable made men turn around after her, cars honk, acquaintances try to put her to bed.
At the same time, she was a faithful wife, an excellent mother and her man was her husband.
She had that zest that nature occasionally lays in a woman, distinguishing her from the rest. This made life difficult for her from an early age.
Her husband got her as a girl. He was older than her, he was already working, and wealthy parents were also throwing money. He had women, and she, by that time a student at the University, behaved with him as if she had gone through fire and water. For what? And to match!
And once, when, after another disco, he took her to some apartment, she did not resist. There they drank a little, he began to kiss her, at the same time undressing her.
When he saw the blood on the sheet, he almost began to stutter with anger. Why didn't you warn me?!
The anger was understandable. Firstly, as in a joke - If I knew that you were a girl, I would not be in such a hurry ...
And secondly, what the hell are these troubles!
But they continued to meet and after a while got married.
Today she had a full house, good offspring, a loving husband.
The more I learned about her, the more I liked her. She began to come to me in a dream every night, and my liberated subconscious did what the hell with her.
I got nervous, but I didn't show her. Once, when we had a free hour, we, walking, wandered into a quiet deserted lane.
They walked in silence, but the tension grew. I have been dreaming of kissing you for a long time, I said and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I felt like a boy on a first date, I even stopped breathing, in my opinion.
She didn't answer, just turned to me and I touched her lips lightly at first, then again, parting her lips and inserting my tongue into her mouth.
She answered, and quite unusually. Nobody has ever kissed me like this before. Her entire tongue was pressed against my lips, tongue, leaving a feeling of softness, elusive tenderness. It was so great that I would have continued, but she whispered "Well, that's it, that's enough."
These words were repeated often in the future, poisoning my existence.
We spent every free minute together, although there were not so many of them. But we managed to kiss. I even had the opportunity to measure the volume of her breasts with my hand, but her eternal "Well, everything, everything, broke the whole buzz."
I don't believe in friendship between a man and a woman. Whether you want it or not, the third is not given.
I wanted her like crazy. Coming home after meeting with her, I attacked my wife at night, as in the first year of marriage. She may have been surprised, but she didn't show it. Usually, women feel a rival and I was afraid of that. But everything was calm, even my conscience did not try to bite me.
So everything would have continued, but in my hands were the keys to a certain apartment, which I had to look after.
Of course, I couldn't help but take advantage of this rare opportunity.
And by hook or by crook, I dragged her there.
Finally we were alone and no one disturbed us! How deliciously we kissed! I swore to myself not to pay attention to her "Everything, everything."
And now she was breathing deeply, sometimes intermittently, I kissed her breasts, sucked her nipple, bit it softly, causing her to shiver.
I kissed her, sinking lower and lower and finally my tongue stopped at the edge of white panties. Consolidating the victory, I quietly pulled them down, saw a neat pubis and below what I had been striving for so long!
I parted her sexual lips and gently gently began to bypass the language of now my possessions.
Her vagina became moist and I inserted my finger into it. The small clitoris fluttered when I touched it with my tongue. I sucked on it, released it, and teased it again, my finger caressing the inside of my vagina. I tried to insert another finger into the anus, but she twitched and I left these attempts for now.
It was time to end the prelude and get down to business. But what happened? I did not feel any excitement, on the contrary, my penis did not even think to get up! The thought was pounding in my head, What are you doing! What a sense of wildness of what is happening. She sensed that something was wrong. "What happened to you?" she asked. I tried to explain something, but when I saw her eyes, I went to the bathroom, put my head under cold water, waited until she got dressed. We silently left the house. I saw her off for a bit... Even I didn't expect such idiocy from myself! For some reason this thought made me laugh, and I went home whistling.